The God Who Asks
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This is a poem I wrote for my sweet wife a few years ago. It was published in the third volume of The Molehill and I post it here because it’s February, when people talk about love and stuff.
You are beautiful in ways
You cannot see. Beautiful
In light and motion and grace,
In patience, in the little
Smile that is your first instinct
When you’re anxious or happy,
Or shy—even sad. In fact,
Your loveliest smile may be
The one you show me then:
When all that is left is you,
When at last your strength is spent,
When the plant has lost its bloom,
When you can no longer pretend
That your fear has no power;
Then, my love, you reach the end
And I can see your finest flower.
As a singer-songwriter and recording artist, Andrew has released more than ten records over the past fifteen years. His music has earned him a reputation for writing songs that connect with his listeners in ways equally powerful, poetic, and intimate. He has also followed his gifts into the realm of publishing. His books include the four volumes of the award-winning Wingfeather Saga.
3 Comments
Pete Peterson
@pete“love and stuff.” 🙂
I really liked this one when I came across it in The Molehill. Lovely.
Brenda Branson
I love this, AP! It not only reveals the lovely heart of Jamie, but yours as well.
B. Tyler Lowe
Wow– that was really great, Mr. Peterson. I always appreciate your insight into the deepest– and often most puzzling– areas of our spirit.
Thanks for writing.
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